Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Iggy Pop to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marvin Gaye,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Germs,
Guru Guru,
The Gories,
Kas Product,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
Connie Case,
Blake Baxter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echospace,
Dawn Penn,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oneida,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Scientists,
Tres Demented,
Talk Talk,
Pulsallama,
Danielle Patucci,
Junior Murvin,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Mills,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soulsonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wings,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Ohio Players,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.